Marrying the Useless Man whose Spiritual Platform is Broken - Chapter 6

The moment “Qu Shuang” stepped into the formation, soul strands visible to the naked eye surged from all directions of the formation, frantically penetrating into Qu Shuang’s body.

Although Huo Jue couldn’t see it, he kept staring in the direction of “Qu Shuang” and tightened his grip on the soul-holding cauldron nervously, his heart full of death.

The monks in the Cocoon Soul Realm are not that easy to deal with, and Huo Jue has never really fought against the Cocoon Soul Realm monks in his life.

If the opponent attacks him, Huo Jue thinks he has no power to fight back.

However, the formation has already been activated, and the soul strands refined from the mermaid tendons are definitely not something that can be cut by ordinary swords. Even if they can’t restrain the person occupying Qu Shuang’s body, they will definitely be able to lightly injure them!

In the formation, the soul strings penetrated into the body of “Qu Shuang”, and did not hurt Qu Shuang at all, because these soul strings were like dogs smelling, with the same breath, they directly pierced the body of “Qu Shuang”. Entered the soul occupying Qu Shuang’s body.

Soon, the talismans in each position of the formation spontaneously ignited, and the fierce sword energy, as strong as a sword, walked along the soul thread, and quickly penetrated into the person who was bound by the soul thread and pulled out of Qu Shuang’s body body.

Qu Shuang limply fell to the ground, and the soul-binding silk tied the pulled out soul to the center of the formation like iron ropes binding a monster.

A gust of wind blew up in the room, moving Huo Jue’s long hair and robes, and he sat there with cold eyes, as awe-inspiring and inviolable as before.

The person who was pulled out of Qu Shuang’s body looked straight at Huo Jue’s state, being tormented by the wind and sword energy, but she kept smiling.

If any of the disciples guarding the Cedar Courtyard appeared, they would find that the person who had been making trouble for several days, occupying Qu Shuang’s body and walking, and forced Huo Jue to death was none other than someone else, and it was at this very moment that he was still silent. Meditating in Sushuang Pavilion, Mu Qinglan was the newlywed who was ignored by Huo Jue.

It’s a pity that because of Huo Jue’s order, the Cedar Academy doesn’t have a single disciple. Huo Jue’s eyes were clouded by rain and mist, and he couldn’t see Mu Qinglan’s appearance at the moment, let alone Mu Qinglan smiling at him.

Huo Jue heard Qu Shuang’s limp voice, and knew that the formation was completed and Qu Shuang was saved, but he also knew that if the other party became angry, they might kill him and Qu Shuang together.

So Huo Jue opened his mouth to attract the attention of the people in the formation.

Said: “Your Excellency, I don’t know what sect I studied under, but I don’t know that in today’s world, there is such a style of hiding in other people’s bodies. What is the ulterior purpose of using such sneaky moves to come to my Beisong Mountain Tianyuan Sword Sect?”

Huo Jue deliberately made his words ugly, just to annoy the people in the formation who were targeting him alone.

However, those who have a higher level of cultivation are either extremely conceited, or they are self-centered, or they are supercilious, and they are rarely soft-tempered.

Huo Jue’s age is relatively young in the realm of comprehension. These words are tricky and attack from the perspective of teacher, conduct, etc., and he uses animal metaphors. He is expected to arouse the other party’s senses.

But after Huo Jue finished speaking, he waited for a while, but nothing happened.

The opponent did not growl and scold in anger, nor did he make a fatal attack.

Huo Jue tilted his ears slightly, and could hear that the formation was still going on. Those talismans were almost used up, and the sword qi had scratched deep holes on Mu Qinglan’s body, and under the influence of the pure spiritual power surrounding her, Heals fast.

When she was pulled out of Qu Shuang’s body, it wasn’t that Huo Jue was thinking about the soul, but that she had condensed into a solid body.

Her body was covered with bloodstains left by the rapid healing of the skin and flesh, one after another, as if she had suffered Ling Chi.

But she knelt down and stared at Huo Jue, listening to what he said, she immediately understood his purpose. Looking back at Qu Shuang, he wondered why such a fool as Qu Shuang could be protected by Huo Jue with death.

Mu Qinglan admitted that she was jealous of this idiot, she stood up from the ground with her hands on her hands, and pulled the soul bundle, the soul bundle on her chest immediately turned a blood-stained bright red.

Mu Qinglan stepped on Qu Shuang’s fingers and rolled her hard, jealousy made her eyes turn green.

Seeing Huo Jue’s tense look, Mu Qinglan couldn’t help but think, if the sky hadn’t collapsed and the sea of ​​stars had not been turned upside down, and Huo Jue hadn’t had his spiritual mansion broken, how good it would be for her to worship Beisong Mountain and be a junior sister, then Huo Jue would definitely do the same. Protect her like this!

Huo Jue keenly heard that the formation was being pulled, thinking that the other party was about to make a move, took a deep breath, and smelled the smell of blood.

Huo Jue’s face turned pale in an instant, his spirit would not bleed, it could only be… Qu Shuang’s!

Huo Jue was anxious, and immediately said: “Your Excellency, is it possible that you are even afraid of a useless person like me! Dare to ask who you are, and what is the purpose of coming to my Tianyuan Sword Sect!”

Huo Jue became anxious when he heard that.

Mu Qinglan moved her foot away from Qu’s fingers without breaking it.

She knew how nervous Huo Jue was about his junior, how could he hurt him, and he hadn’t hurt him these days, but when he occupied his body, he trapped his soul in a corner of his body.

Now that Mu Qinglan has been pulled out of Qu Shuang’s body, she naturally dare not speak.

The reason why she used Qu Shuang’s body to get close to Huo Jue was partly because Huo Jue couldn’t see her, and she was anxious. The other part is because the “Mu Qinglan” whom the Mu family sent to marry as a substitute is a cultivator at the early stage of breaking the delusion, and it is absolutely impossible for her to possess the ability to occupy other people’s bodies.

But Mu Qinglan saw that Huo Jue was too anxious, and her heart ached too much.

She didn’t care about the constraints of her soul, she got up and walked towards Huo Jue step by step.

The flesh and blood were strangled by the soul-binding silk, and then grew back again. The blood flowed to the surrounding ground along the soul-binding silk, but Mu Qinglan seemed to be unconscious.

This injury was nothing to her.

The corner of her mouth overflowed with blood, and the formation in the room felt the resistance, and they fought back crazily. The talismans burned one after another, turned into sharp knives, and pierced Mu Qinglan’s body.

Mu Qinglan only shook it a few times, and even lifted the food box firmly. The cakes she made inside were still hot.

Step by step, she walked up to Huo Jue **** and bloody, half kneeling in front of Huo Jue with a strong smell of blood and choking vegetation.

Huo Jue was clasping the soul-detaining cauldron in one hand, and the jade token in the other. As long as he poured a little spiritual energy into it, the disciples waiting outside the Cedar Courtyard would rush over.

But Huo Jue never moved. He had no intention of letting his disciples lose their lives.

The other party was able to move around at will under the restraint of Shuhunsi, Huo Jue didn’t show it on the face, his heart was already cold, he was really impulsive.

If the opponent doesn’t leave after being lightly injured, and slaughters the mountain madly, they are like a group of sheep waiting to be slaughtered, how can they resist?

Huo Jue’s breathing was a little flustered, his thoughts turned, and he gathered all the ugly words he had ever heard in his life, preparing to provoke the other party to kill him to vent his anger, just begging not to implicate his fellow disciples.

But Huo Jue’s heart is cleaner than Wanli Xueyuan, so how can he say any bad words?

He groaned and groaned for a long time, and thought of an exaggerated sentence that could irritate the other party: “Could it be that your Excellency is a member of the devil?”

It was too much for Huo Jue to ask himself, because it is impossible for a person in the demonic way to descend into a monk’s body without harming it, let alone possess pure spiritual power, and all righteous monks are ashamed to fall into the demonic way.

In Huo Jue’s mind, this was a curse word.

But he still couldn’t wait for a response, he was so anxious that he was sweating, his back was sticky and uncomfortable.

Then he waited for a while, but before he could get any angry attacks and scolding, he waited for a cleansing technique.

The spiritual power spell wrapped in the fragrance of grass and trees covered Huo Jue’s head, removing the stickiness and sweat on his body – Huo Jue was stunned.

Mu Qinglan raised her hand to perform the spell, and the soul-binding silk was strangled into her arm. She ignored it at all, just looked at Huo Jue for a moment, and almost laughed out loud.

But she held back her lips.

Not daring to reveal her voice, Mu Qinglan was dragged by the soul string, and half knelt down beside Huo Jue.

Then dragged the food box on the ground, opened the food box, and the aroma inside was filled with blood and grassy fragrance.

If Huo Jue could see it, he would be speechless in shock.

Mu Qinglan was bound like a marionette by the soul-binding silk, and was cut into pieces by Huo Jue’s talisman at the bottom of the box, but the food box she was carrying didn’t even sprinkle the rice porridge inside.

Huo Jue pursed his lips and frowned, he hated himself for being blind and unable to see anything.

I don’t know how Qu Shuang is, and I can’t judge what the situation is now.

He didn’t say anything more, mainly because he really couldn’t think of anything else to say that was irritating and ugly.

Mu Qinglan put the lid of the food box on the ground, and didn’t rush to get the food, but looked at Huo Jue’s furrowed eyebrows and panic in his eyes from bottom to top.

She stretched out her hand and lightly touched Huo Jue’s fingertips. Huo Jue shrank his hand suddenly, and the jade tablet in his palm fell to the ground.

Huo Jue subconsciously reached out to fish for it, and Mu Qinglan grabbed his wrist and put it on her shoulder.

Huo Jue touched the stickiness with his hands, and soon realized that it was all blood!

Huo Jue’s eyelashes trembled rapidly, and he retracted his hands and sat up straighter than the coffin boards. He thought frightenedly – what’s going on, the other party has a body and is bleeding, did he hurt the wrong person? !

“Qu Shuang…” Huo Jue called out anxiously.

Mu Qinglan pursed her lips, took Huo Jue’s hand, opened his palm, and wrote stroke by stroke—he’s fine.

Huo Jue shrank his fingers and held the three words in his palm, his whole body tensed.

Mu Qinglan opened his hands one by one, and wrote—are you satisfied?

Huo Jue tilted his head slightly, his face full of confusion.

He didn’t know what was going on, why the other party fell into a trap and was restrained by the soul silk, but was able to condense the entity, why he was repeatedly stimulated, and did not go crazy, but…

Mu Qinglan grabbed his wrist again and let him touch the blood on her body.

I wrote it again stroke by stroke in his palm—I’m hurt, are you satisfied?

You want me to hurt, how can I not hurt? Mu Qinglan looked at him and smiled.

Huo Jue withdrew his hand, swallowed, and called out: “Your Excellency…”

“Who is it?” Huo Jue asked.

Mu Qinglan didn’t answer, but cleaned up the blood on his hands and cleaned herself up, and then took out the cakes at a suitable temperature from the food box.

Mu Qinglan took out the soul-detaining cauldron held in Huo Jue’s other hand and threw it on the ground, then put a plate on his lap, asked him to hold it with his hands, and took him to touch it.

It’s cake.

Huo Jue simply didn’t know how to face this situation.

Mu Qinglan took his hand and described it in detail—salty and sweet, you eat.

Then he picked up one and stuffed it in his palm.

Huo Jue swallowed, and looked down at Mu Qinglan in front of him. His eyes were gray under the setting sun, but Mu Qinglan had the illusion that he could see it, because Huo Jue’s eyes were full of puzzlement. .

Mu Qinglan supported his hand, took Huo Jue’s hand holding the pancake, and brought it to his lips.

Huo Jue took a bite as if bewitched.

Mu Qinglan laughed, she actually wanted to hug Huo Jue, kiss him, talk to him, be with him…but definitely not in this situation.

Seeing that he had eaten, Mu Qinglan was satisfied, stood up, and threw herself towards Huo Jue—but in the blink of an eye, her body turned into a spirit mist, which disappeared in front of Huo Jue loudly and soundlessly.

Huo Jue swallowed a mouthful of food, and smelled a refreshing fragrance of grass and trees, and the spiritual power that rushed to his face enveloped him, and his long hair moved automatically without wind. The painful Lingfu was comforted again.

The bundled soul silk lost its bound object, changed into the shape of a magic weapon, circled around, and landed on the ground.

Huo Jue put down the cake, reached out to touch it, and found the jade tablet that was picked up and put on his lap at some point.

This is… that person picked it up for him, so that he could call his disciples in to clean up the mess.

Huo Jue pursed his lips and turned his head towards the door. For some reason, his heart was beating fast.

The pure spiritual mist still surrounds him for a long time—like a tight hug.